It's Not True!

- She just needs this: love and affection. And medical follow-up. I would like to continue following her development.

- Maria Lua is a warrior, like her mother. - I spoke.

- I still haven't called the father. He doesn't know what happened.

"He's not the father," I said. – He was Salma's boyfriend.

- I see... So... Are you familiar?

- Friend.

- Where are her relatives?

- Far away. And they don't have the financial or emotional capacity to take care of the baby.

- So I think we have a problem here.

- Like this? I arched an eyebrow, confused.

- Say goodbye to the baby and let's talk a minute outside. - She said.

- It's all right. I nodded, still trying to understand what she meant.

The doctor left and the nurse remained there, sitting, making some notes.

I looked at the perfect girl snuggled up to me and a mixture of feelings took over my entire being. It was the sense of loss with the euphoria of a child's arrival. I wanted to scream, cry and at the same time smile to myself.

- I'll tak